I can see you silhouetted against the moonlight coming through the window, your thin robe clinging to the long lines of your body, your damp hair falling loose down your back. I walk up to you softly, not wanting to disturb the picture before me...but unable to resist the need to rest my hands on your hips, to wrap my arms around you as you melt back against me, gazing out at the silver ripples dancing across the water. "This place is so beautiful," you whisper.
"Yes, it is." My voice is a little hoarse, and you start to turn towards me, a question forming on your lips. I answer by touching them with my own, feeling them part, the tips of our tongues meeting with a spark. I run my hand down the length of your hair, feeling the warmth of your skin though the silk. After a moment you draw back, your eyes sliding over my bare chest and shoulders, down to the white towel wrapped around my waist, back up to my eyes with a smile...which quickly turns a little impish.
"I seem to be overdressed," you murmur, stepping over to the huge bed that dominates the suite. I can only stare as you loosen the sash and slowly...so slowly...let the fabric start to slip from you shoulders. Each revealed inch of your skin glows under the full moon, and I can barely breathe for the sight of you. The robe finally falls to the floor, and your beauty washes over me, my heart pounding. Your hand moves to your own lips, then you draw a leisurely line with your fingertips down the curve of your neck, over the swell of your breast, your eyes half closing as they brush the nipple, continuing over the plane of your stomach, drawing my gaze ever lower as they slip into the hidden space where your legs come together. Your eyes close for a moment as you sigh softly, then open...almost challenging. "Why are you still all the way over there?"
I have to laugh...I had forgotten for a moment that you were not a goddess before me, untouchable an unattainable, but a woman, warm and loving. And loved. And before I have even completed the thought, you have been lifted in my arms and deposited gently among the soft pillows on the bed, my lips touching your mouth, your cheek, your neck, one hand cradling your head, the other running down your body. I can feel the towel fall away, and moan against your chest as your hand closes around the firm shaft of my cock. Then you moan back as my kiss reaches your nipple, lips closing around the hardening nub, pulling it into my mouth as my tongue draws slow circles around it. I descend the slope of one breast to climb the other, my hips starting to shift back and forth to the rhythm of your hand's gentle stroking, and bring your other nipple to fullness with the same treatment. My lips return to yours as my hand finishes its tour of your lower back, slips around the curve of your ass, and discovers the damp entrance of your pussy.
Your mouth opens to mine with a gasp as my fingers slip between the silken lips, brushing lightly against where you open to me, then drawing the moisture up the line of your flower to the swelling nub of your clit. We lay beside each other for a moment, your hand gliding over the length of my cock, teasing the head with the thick drops of liquid that your skillful hands draw from the tip, moving down to cup and lift my balls, smiling against my neck as I let out an involuntary grunt and thrust against your hand. My finger returns to slip between your inner lips, sliding into your body, feeling your hips twitch to pull it in deeper, feeling them move in circles to match the pressure of my palm against your clit.